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frankie_2/15/2005_10 years_a poem

25 February 2005

never did I think I would have one year times ten
and, boy, I do remember when
I walked in that door without a friend

My story is nothing new
John Barleycorn led me to a life gone astray
I drank, I drank, I drank until I came to AA
And decided to live life a brand new way

He was very coy and inviting
One whiskey sour, my life became exciting
A johnny walker, followed by a beer, beer, beer
My life began to slowly disappear
The night was endless, always one more
then everyone was gone as I woke up on the floor

never thinking something was wrong
once I checked in, I never checked out
it was always the same old song
drinking, drinking, drinking, stumbling along

and so as I celebrate tonight
it’s not just about giving up the fight
the message is very clear
just one drink and I’ll no longer belong here
so I thank AA and all of you
for this new life with a new attitude
one filled with lots of gratitude
for all the help you have given me
from the clutches of John Barleycorn
you have set me free

BIG JOHN_'96_a poem

this is something i wrote to john k.,

who has helped me a lot

1996

I remember I was at Bill’s Place
You were the tallest guy I did see
I just had to go and ask you
“will you give your phone number to me?”
you gave me a big grin, a laugh, my hand you did shake
my loneliness slipped away that night
because another friend I did make

when you, so quietly, sneaked your wife’s bankcard out of her purse
to go out at night for a little rum
I’ll bet the next morning, when you woke up w/all the money gone
You said “oh, higher power, what have I done”

When Sarah found out about what you did
Came to you screaming, crying, throwing dishes – she said
“where’s the money, john, the gig is up”
I’ll bet you wished you were dead

When times get tough, as they sometimes do
“I don’t care no more” you may think
We all pray you stop!!!
think of how much we need you here and say
“will anything really get better if I take a drink”

it really doesn’t matter how tall you are
that first drink you take---real fast---you’ll get pretty small
and remember—
we all know that big, big, big heart of yours is the best part of all
so thanks for your love and acceptance and so much more
you’re the greatest--- and still the tallest
at the meetings

a poem to my pal, ROBERT_2003

…………………..TO MY PAL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(And while I’m at it, let me give it a shot)
To someone whom I’ve seen give the program all he’s got

You know, every once in a long while
Someone, in the program, passes you by with a smile
Immediately, you realize he’s no Alfred you – know – who
So you ask “Hey, let’s make a meeting or two”

As you recognize the determination this guy’s got going for him
It’s makes me wonder, HE’S SOMEONE WHO’S GOING TO WIN
Cause I’ve seen him give John Barleycorn the boot
When things were down, through thick and thin

He’s got that “foot in the door” 3rd step willingness,
And the 7th steps’ “desire to do God’s will” touch of humility
With the 12th steps’ “joy of living”
He carries the message and never stops giving

Well, that’s enough out of me
Ooooppppsss!!! Almost forgot
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

to Jeff_2/98 on his anniversary

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

2 / 98 .

it’s just so true that never in my life
no one like this never ever did I meet
he’s loving, caring, guiding, and also pretty smart
he’s cool and sharp and pretty neat

it’s also true that at one time
he was a low lifeJack Daniels’ guzzling alcoholic
but that’s okay,……………………………
I don’t really mind

Because when the going gets tough
And Frankie wants to leave
Because when the chips are down
and Frankie doesn’t want to stick around
Because when I’m hanging by a thread
And Frankie is about to snap
Because when I get lost
And Frankie can’t find his way back

This guy reaches out his hand
And with all his strength he hangs on to me
He gives me all he’s got
And pulls Frankie back into recovery
By walking the walk to any length
In his own recovery
He shows me, too, that’s how far I must go
It’s just so true
He’s my hero

I love you, Jeff

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a poem to tom_32 years

(this is poem to Tom F

a member of the Brooklyn Group

for his 32nd anniversary)

february / 2004

tom would not hear of it!
Just one more martini on the rocks
So on a cold day in February
He left his home, forgetting to put on his socks
The rain, the snow, the cold, the wind
For a drink, nothing bothered him

But then something happened
Not even he can explain
He suddenly had a great amount of scorn
For his good friend, John Barleycorn
Turned to him, with fire in his eyes and sternly said
“I’m sorry, you can’t come along”
and as tom, with courage and determination, walked away
he smiled and whispered to himself, “Goodbye, I’m going to AA”

it was kinda scary, tom was now on his own
but by the time the meeting was over
he realized he didn’t have to do it alone

now tom is a real kind and wise man
but he has needed help along the way
so if he feels he isn’t doing just fine
he just remembers that cold February night
and says “I can do it…..one day at a time”
and 32 years later,
he still smiles as walks out the door
cause tom is going to AA
and John Barleycorn is no more

Marie and Gabe

a poem to a neighbor
Marie and Gabe
the stars are their children
Anthony, LuAnne, Robert and Marie and Jimmy

SOMEONE SPECIAL ALWAYS IMPRESSED ON ME
“NEVER STOP GIVING
IS HOW TO MAKE A LIVING”

SO WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN
IT’S TIME TO SPREAD SOME GOOD AROUND
IT WAS A SPECIAL TREAT
TO HELP OUT SOMEONE WHO IS REALLY NEAT
AND, OF COURSE, IT WAS A LOT OF FUN
AND GET A “THANK YOU” FOR A JOB WELL DONE

BUT CREDIT MUST BE GIVEN WHERE IT IS DUE
YOU HAVE HELPED ME MUCH MORE THAN I, YOU
By The Sunshine
MARIE And GABE Have Given To The Stars Above
And To All The Others Who Have Passed Your Way

OOOPPPS!!! ALMOST FORGOT……..

have a great day

frankie

A poem to Frankie and Danielle

about 07/03/1996

it really doesn't matter---
who was right
who was wrong
over this issue I refuse to fight
the battle ended February 15/95 at 5pm for me
that is the moment I was set free
from a life of hell and running away


so very real was my pain of hate, resentment and fear
the loss of my children was the hardest to bear
satan slowly but surely came to claim my soul
as i fell deeper and deeper----
deeper into my bottomless black hole

life's a bitch and then you die
so to reality i waved goodbye
as my bittewrness took seed and grew
running
--------------- -escaping from this sick world was all i knew

the great Dr. G and the fantastic Dr. M
made me realize i was at my end
"i have no answers for you" said the great Dr. G
i began to realize the answer must be in me
"Frankie boy, we don't know what to do with you no more
the fantastic Dr. M told me at the door


the seed was planted that very day
Frankie Boy and Danielle no more am i running away
from now on i'll be there for both of you
Frankie boy and Danielle

I Love You
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU











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patsy

a special poem to a friend

6 JANUARY 2005

PATSY WAS SOMEONE, AS LONG AS I KNEW HIM
I WOULD NEVER ASK MYSELF WHY
HE WAS A SPECIAL PERSON WHERE i WOULD SAY
“I LOVE THIS GUY”

ALWAYS FRIENDLY, WITH A SMILE
A LAUGH OR TWO ALONG THE WAY
HE WAS A SPECIAL PERSON WHERE i WOULD SAY
“THAT PATSY, HE MADE MY DAY!”

SOMEONE WHO ALWAYS KNEW WHERE HE WAS GOING
HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVE HE WAS ALWAYS SHOWING
EVEN AFTER SO LONG A TIME
JUST A FEW WEEKS AGO
HE WAS A SPECIAL PERSON THAT
ON THE WAY HOME I SAID
“IT’S GREAT TO SEE PATSY AGAIN,
HE’S MY FRIEND”

jerry_5 years

20 November 2004

as he shuffled along court street
this guy, not many people wanted to meet
he drank his drink, shuffled along
with his only friend John Barleycorn
stumbling and slipping
couldn’t wait till his drink he’d be sipping
a sorry, miserable, grouchy sort of guy
he would guzzle down those Buds
and not remember when or why
‘cause John Barleycorn gave him wings
but took away the sky

then, it happened, just as quick, a miracle in fact
this guy, dug deep, and got the courage to fight back
he wouldn’t let ol’ J. Barleycorn block his way
with perseverance and determination,
not a bit of procrastination, he made a path to AA

you may think this guy a wise old owl
but
this guy is someone who now goes where eagles dare
he’s someone we all love and about whom we care
so let’s give him a great, big Cheer
for all he’s done for us
CONGRATULATIONS

Merry Christmas

to all
a bit of the holiday rush on
so just saying to all
"keep on keeping it on"

"the crew" by frankie, from the old days

To

Formerly known as
THE MINNA STREET GAVONS








December 2004

JUST SENDING A LITTLE SUNSHINE TO THE CREW
AND A HAPPY HOLIDAY TO ALL OF YOU
A trip down memory lane
Of course, can never really explain
Our bonds and friendships and quirks
Like the guy who fell flat on his face in front of Joe’s father………….. WASN’T HE A JERK?

A BRIGHT SPOT HAS ALWAS BEEN
- JOE AND JOHN AND ANGELO AND LOUIE AND PHIL
mike and Kevin and ANTHONY AND BILL
TO PARTY HARDY WITH YOU all ONCE AGAIN
hey, where’s the guy who’s name I forgot?
the guy who, in Pennsylvania, took our you know what
AND I’LL NEVER FORGET THE DAY
JOHN THREW, INTO THE DITCH,
THE BELONGINGS OF THAT POOR, sweet, INNONCENT GIRL Mae
Or was it night?
Or was she a b…..?

But, hey, it is the year 2004
To see you all once again
I couldn’t ask for more
So a happy holiday to each of you
Hey, is that the triumph outside that used to break down even after it had already broken down ?
already?
Whom I still call
“ MY FRIEND”

A VISIT FROM BILL W.

“A VISIT FROM BILL W.”
BY anonymous

‘Twas the night before Christmas,
when all thru the house
Everyone was dead drunk,
even the mouse
The stockings were thrown by the chimney
----Who cared?
No hope at all that St. Nicholas would ever be there
The children all snuggled, with Gypsy Rose wine in their beds
While visions of Ernest and Julio Gallo crushing grapes
danced in their heads
And Mama in her kerchief
and I w/two jugs
Were about to knock off another two 6-packs
of bud chug-a-lugs
When a knock on the door
“---Who the heck could it be?”
As I fell off the couch and crawled on one knee
Opened the door, fell flat on my face
And heard someone say
“Dr. Bob, we’re in the right place”
“You start the coffee, I’ll start the shower”
“Hey, guys” I said, “ Do you want a whiskey sour”
As they shut the door,
I caught a glimpse of the new fallen snow
What me and mamma were in for, little did we know?
One was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot
The other, well, I was so drunk -- who gave a hoot?
They started to twelve step us, right from the start
“You better admit you’re powerless,” Bill W. said,
As he rubbed my face w/snow
Dr. Bob said, “Your life is unmanageable,
John Barleycorn is taking you to hell”
“Give back the Scotch,” I gave out a yell
Bill w. and Dr. Bob all thru the night
They talked and they talked
Me and Mama rolled our eyes
“Who gives a heck? I want a drink!”
We squawked and we squawked
Bill W. gritted his teeth and gave us a long look
Dr. Bob pounded the table as he read the BIG BOOK
Then suddenly it happened ---
THE MESSAGE RANG SO CLEAR
I looked at Mama ////////// she looked at me
“You’re right”, I exulted,
“there will be no more drinking ‘round here”
Sunlight streamed in thru the shutters
As night turned into day
“Mama” I said “get the children ready-----
We’re all going to AA”
Bill W. gave me a pat on the shoulder and a handshake
Dr. Bob gave Mama a hug,
“You can do it,
if meetings, meetings, meetings you make”
Each gave a nod as they walked out the door
To carry the message to so many, many, many more
But I heard them exclaim
Ere they drove out of sight

“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL IN AA
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT”

aa gave me a new act

a lazy afternoon...................nothing much going on
well, let's have some beer
so, i'll have an excuse to act like a moron

went to work, got my paycheck
quiet a few bills to pay
a better idea is to go to a bar
i can pay the bills another day

wife and kids waiting home for me
but frank would wobble in at ten
ooopppsss!!!!! no dinner left tonight
cause i stopped off for a few drinks
...................with a friend

and so life went on without me
i was just too busy drinking and acting stupidly
everytime i was about to win the race
i would take a drink
and right before the finish line
....................................promptly fall on my face


always drank and did what i wanted to do
never said to myself
"hey, frank, drinking makes you act like a fool

love, acceptance, tolerance,patience, humility
so much AA has given to me
so much the program has also taken out of my life

Aa has truly put me on a new track
i'm no longeram playing the fool as part of my act

i'm no longer getting arrested, beat up in fights
or wind up in the emergency room
i no longer have to worry about getting a knife in my back
i no longer think of ending it by jumping in front of the train
i no longer worry about the weather
i love to walk to a meeting in the rain

so here i am to let you all know
if you weren't here, i would have no place to go
THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE
THANK GOD FOR AA
I GUESS THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY

billy at the bat

BILLY AT THE BAT 3/17/00

It looked extremely rocky for the Sudsville 9 that day
No one was keeping score nor cared what inning was in play
So, when Johnnie Walker fell flat on his face at second base
And Jack Daniels did the same
A thunderous cheer echoed
and a Bud was raised by the patrons of the game

Soon another rummy came to bat, the fans, in silence, sat
STRIKE ONE! STRIKE TWO! STRIKE THREE!!!
YOU’RE OUT!!!
Head down, the batter walked away as the fans all yelled
“I’LL DRINK TO THAT”

Ernie Gallo was up next, he made it to base three
Then Julio, his brother, hit a high fly to the left fielder,
who was downing burgundy
But Ernie passed out halfway to home base
Julio stumbled, to first, the wrong way
As the Sudsville 9 sat hopeless in the dugout
The coach, Sam Adams, yelled out
“WE NEED SOMEONE WHO ISN’T DEAD DRUNK
THIS GAME TO PLAY”

The fans were silent, with blurry eyes they looked around
Was there anyone in the stand without a Miller in their hand
To down
Suddenly two stood up with their heads held high
Walked quietly,
confidently, up to the coach with determination
And a bit of procrastination
“TO WIN THIS GAME, WE”LL LIKE TO GIVE IT A TRY

Dr. Bob handed Bill W. the bat, with a cool calculating stare
Bill gripped it mightily, looked Dr. Bob in the eye assuredly
And said
“BOB, WITH YOUR HELP,
I’M KNOCKING JOHN BARLEYCORN
OUT OF HERE”

“BALONY” came the cry from the tipsy crowd
as the Sudsville 9 looked on in despair
“No one can hit the ball without a drink” the fans all ranted
and raved as they grabbed another beer

Strike one; strike two came quickly as the umpire had a schnapps
Dr. Bob looked and wondered if Billy had met his match
Then the pitcher let the ball snap from his hand
Sending it to the plate, whistling thru the air at 90
miles per hour
Bill W. clenched his teeth and swung
The bat cracked as he hit the ball, sending it out of the
park, with all his power

Oh, somewhere not far away for another fan another hangover is brewing
Somewhere another band is playing off-key
As another team is losing
And somewhere someone is raising a beer to his lips as he looks
at the drunk next to him and says, “That’s not me”
But there’s an abundance of joy in Sudsville
Bill W. and Dr. Bob saved the day
For the homerun that they hit
Was the homerun that started AA

Anonymous

a friend of bill's_poems

hi

i lost the password to my last blog
so this is something new


personal poetry

check soon for first poem

frankie